Author: Malana PM
Two years ago, under rather unusual circumstances, Angel married Veronica Mars. Too bad he doesn't remember any of it.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,997 - Reviews: 7 - Follows: 8 - Published: 09-04-06 - id: 3139018
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Angel heard the bedroom door open, but he didn't turn around until a heavy book slammed into the back of his head.
He turned to see Cordelia standing behind him, and flinched away when she shoved a cross in his face. She moved it closer, and he stepped back, letting go of Veronica's neck.
"Get the hell away from her, Angelus!" Cordelia looked at Veronica, who had slumped down to the floor, tears streaming down her face. "Are you alright?" Veronica didn't respond. She just sat there, shaking.
"Cordy. It's me. I'm not Angelus. It's Angel." He held up his hands and tried to approach, but she just stuck out the cross again.
"Yeah, right. 'Cause Angel is so likely to strangle his wife."
"Oh, does losing your soul come with memory loss now?" Still holding up the cross, she knelt down next to Veronica and put a protective arm around her.
"No. No. That's what she said too, but it's not true. Cordy, this is some sort of Wolfram and Hart trick. They cast a spell or something."
"I heard shouting!" Wesley said as he came running in. He looked around, confused. "What happened?"
Cordelia pointed at Angel, "He went all evil again and attacked Veronica."
"I'm not evil! And she's not my wife!"
"Of course she's your wife," Wesley said. "I was the best man at your wedding."
"What wedding? I go to bed last night after fighting that cult of Te'van worshiping Delvar demons, and I wake up this morning to a girl I've never seen before who says it's our two-year wedding anniversary!"
Wesley stammered, "An-Angel. The Delvar demons? We fought those what, two or three years ago?" He glanced at Cordelia for confirmation.
"Something like that."
Angel sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. "This isn't possible. How could I have forgotten years of my life?"
He glanced up, horrified as he looked at Veronica. He might not remember her, but if what they were saying was true... God, he had just strangled his wife.
"Veronica..." He got off the bed and moved toward her.
Veronica shot to her feet. "Get away from me!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"I said get away! You say you don't know who I am; you say you don't remember me. That's bad enough. But you had your hands around my throat. My husband, the man I love, just tried to strangle me. So don't touch me. Just don't."
Veronica pushed her way past Cordelia and Wesley and practically ran out of the room.
Cordelia sighed. "Wesley, you go after her. If you see Fred and Gunn tell them what's going on and send them up here. I'll deal with Angel for now. But try to get back here. This is probably the result of some sort of spell, and your better at that stuff than I am."
Wesley nodded, "Of course." With one more look at Angel, he headed after Veronica.
"Is she going to be okay?" Angel asked.
Cordelia shook her head. "She's a strong woman, but I don't know. She's pretty close with Wesley. He's got the best chance of calming her down. Well, next to you anyway. And your in no condition for that right now."
"She's really my wife?"
Cordelia sat down on the bed next to him. "A lot happened over the past few years. You really don't remember?"
"No. Not at all. That fight, Cordy. I swear, it happened yesterday. I can remember it so clearly. There's no way that-"
"Angel. We're going to figure out what happened. But it's true."
"And I really love her?" he asked, wonder in his voice.
Cordelia laid her head on his shoulder. "You do. And she loves you. It didn't start off that way, of course. You two pretty much hated each other when you first met."
"Well, she certainly hated you. You were mostly just...annoyed."
Despite himself, Angel smiled a little. But as quick as it came, the smile faded.
"Cordelia. I'm not sure how to-" He paused, then spoke again. "I mean, you and I. We were. There was something-"
Cordelia put a finger to his lips. "Stop right there, Mister. That might be part of the story, but there are more important things you need to know. Let's get Fred and Gunn and go downstairs. We'll figure out exactly when your memory stops, and then we'll fill you in while we try to find out what happened to you."
"Over two years of my life, Cordy. And they're gone."
"Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we." Cordelia jumped to her feet.
"Come on, Angel. Let's go play 'This is Your Life.'"